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Tethers by Jack Croxall


In a quiet rural market town two teenagers, Karl and Esther, discover a strange journal filled with odd passages and pictures. The lure of the mystery is too much for the pair and they soon find themselves drawn into a conspiracy that leads them away from their ordinary lives and on a dangerous adventure. 

I think the first thing that hooked me into the story was the intriguing prologue, where we come across a mysterious machine and secretive characters. Then, with the introduction of Karl and Esther, you’ll be racing to find out how everything ties in together. Over the course of the story we meet many characters, good guys and villains aplenty! 

My favourite character so far is teenager Esther; she’s good with her words and is feisty, a little heroine in the making! The friendship element in the story, especially between Karl and Esther, makes you feel more personally towards the characters, and it will be interesting to read how their relationship progresses over the course of their shared exploits. 

I thought that the setting of Victorian Nottingham/Lincolnshire worked really well for the story and was eloquently described. Tethers is well paced and easy to read. It is a great mix of history and adventure, and I can’t wait to see what the next part of the trilogy has in store for Karl and Esther! This is a must read for YA fans. Tethers is self published and available on Amazon now. Also, check out Jack Croxall’s interesting blog about Tethers and his thoughts on writing.  

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